My vewy vewy fiwst entwy...
POSTED AT 06:00 AM

platinumangel

Yes, the world we all live in a sad sad place.

DUE to the face that I had nothing better to do with my time at this present moment, other than make that Leo-Chris Charmed Music Video with "Liwanag Sa Dilim" as a theme song, I created a Tabulas account (and the fact that it was tempting, so that I could bitch at other peoples' Tabulas, and bitch on mine as well.)

And so, here it is. Now, before you go on ahead and read, you'll need to know a few things about me, lest you die of horror at the content (God knows, enough people love Phoebe in this world).

FIRST: I like Charmed. It's a great show. But I don't like Phoebe. I don't know why.

SECOND: I like So Close, the movie. It's fun. And for some reason, yung pawind-effect, wind-effect pa niya is so endearing. Ionno.

THIRD: I hate Anime. It's absolutely disgusting. Love anime and I will hate you.

FOURTH: I have three websites. Pointless Psychobabble, Half-Angels and So Close Vids.

FIFTH: I made some Drew Fuller Fanfiction, for no reason. it's on Pointless Psychobabble and Half-Angels, and on FictionPress.com. I know, pathetic, isn't it?

And there we go. Sooo . . . who's up for some blogging? AND speaking of blogging, I have another one, So Close Charmed (you can see where I got the name).
Reading: Pride and Prejudice, (sad, isn't it?)
Listening to: Memory Pieces by Jerry Yan

Introspection
POSTED AT 12:24 AM as a favorite post

platinumangel

I have recently had a streak of introspective passion and I feel the need to write it down in my blog for future use, and so that I don't forget it when I feel the need to get sober, or the need to ridicule and badger myself regarding my innate, mind-bending cheesiness and lame corny articles. Read and die.
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What is love?
Love is a level of absolute trust in another person. Love is when you are able to trust in another so completely that you would do anything for that person. Love should not be limited by social barriers. Love is the unhesitating willingness to sacrifice one's soul to another person, do anything for him (or her), and trust that the person will no abuse that willingness.

What is a friend?
A friend is a sympathetic listener, but will help you get through your problems. A friend is someone who discharges a certain level of empathy for you. A friend is someone who goes around, saying nice things behind your back. A friend will do something for you, and not expect you to reciprocate. A friend will help you through life, and always be ready to buffer your anger, your sadness, your hate, and remind you of what you should be thinking of.

What is beauty?
Beauty is always in flux, depending on the person. Beauty is something that comes into complete harmony with the senses, something that you can see, hear, smell or pretty much perceive, and always be able to appreciate.

What is God?
God is not definite. God, or rather, A God is something that people believe in to have something to turn to when they feel down, or have no one else to turn to. God is a source of hope, and security, and from which many good things come from, and is someone who touches lives, and springs out wonderful emotions from. But there is no one God. God is just a term, depending on which religion you chose to follow. As long as the belief is persent, then the word for him/her is not important.

What is the Devil?
The Devil is a solidification of evil. It is a natural tendency for humans to attempt to pass the blame or attribute their evil deeds to another being, something that cannot get hurt, in their eyes. Hence, the devil was born. But it is only a metaphor for evil. And saying that the said Devil has done evil deeds is only empowering it to do so again and again. But somehow, belief in such an entity has wrought some good. As long as there is a devil to push away, humans will fight not to give in to the evil tendencies, and always go back to the light.
Listening to: Break Away by Kelly Clarkson, Daliri by Kjwan

Everything I Need
POSTED AT 07:57 AM

platinumangel

More worthless cheesy ka-puke-an . . . wala lang ness.
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It’s dark, and I can see the moonlight cast shadows on the floor. I’m in my own room, where there’s lots of space, and a nice, comfortable bed, and a mahogany desk. But instead of relishing and maximizing the space, I’m huddled in a cramped corner, brooding, hurt and afraid, scared out of my wits, dying, eaten alive, burning from inside.
And I hate it. I hate being so helpless. I’m always so self-assured, and stoic, and stable—I’m everyone’s pillar of strength. But no one knows that I have feelings too. I have feelings that can be shattered, just like anyone else’s.
And they are. And it feels like the world is falling in on me. But the part that’s killing me is that I can do nothing about it. And the feeling of nauseating helplessness creeps into my very soul, and I’m all alone.
Everything’s so hopeless, and I don’t feel like living anymore, like I could just die. I want to die. I’m so messed up, so screwed over. There’s no point to living anymore.

And then you come along.


You slide gently into the room, silent and impassive, but simply and whole-heartedly there. And you bring me back to life; you show me what it’s like to live again. You fill my every need, my every unfulfilled desire. You are my pillar of strength for once. You give yourself and don’t expect me to reciprocate.

You sit down next to me, on the floor, the moonlight half on your face. And I realize you’re perfect, in every way. You’re still silent, but without saying a single word, you give me all your support, all your positivity. And you show me that you care, and that I’m not so alone in this world. That some people can still care, that I can rely on others for once, that this world we live in isn’t such a bad place. It isn’t—not with people like you around.
You just remain in your position, patient, not expecting me to talk, or move, just waiting for me to get a grip again, like you know I always do. You just sit there, psychically lending me all your strength. And I’m instantly better.
You make me feel well again. You lighten my mood in seconds. My bitterness and anger is instantly gone. And I can breathe again.

Next, you’re embracing me, even when I’m so blasted by pain and horror, assuring me that you love me, and that you’ll protect me. You’re showing me that it’s okay to trust, to confide, and rely, and depend. That I don’t have to take control all the time. You’re shushing me, and calming me down, always meek, always soothing, always helping me to heal. And my precognition allows me to foresee that you will always be there for me, at times like this, meek, soothing, helping me to heal.

I try to show you how much I appreciate you, how much I want to thank you, how much this means to me, in a unique way, a memorable one. But I don’t know how. And you don’t seem to want to be thanked for anything you do. But I know you deserve better than some broken person, like me, who turns to other people for emotional stability when I can’t find my own. But you aren’t like that.

Somehow, miraculously, I find myself again. And I can feel and think straight again. And I know that I can rebound from any catastrophe I might ever be forced to face; that I’m secure and unwaveringly steady; that I can take anything and live through it. And that’s just how I want to feel.

I fall asleep in your arms, knowing that I will see a tomorrow, a better day.
You give me everything, everything I need. You give me love and support. And you don’t want anything back, just knowing that you helped, that you made a difference.

And you did. You do.
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Was that lame or WHAT????

The Return of Destiny's Child
POSTED AT 12:35 PM

platinumangel

Yes, folks, you heard that right. Destiny's Child is back.

And I'm ferociously ecstatic. I have been a fan of theirs ever since The Writings On The Wall came out, all the way until Survivor.

That last album faded out so blissfully into a "DC-3 Forever" image that I almost cried when they broke up. Almost.

Of course, I kept hoping that they'd come back, and woop-tee-doo! They did. Even after Beyonce released her own solo album.

And what better way to blast off their renewed career than with a nice Pop song like Lose My Breath?

Freakish, freakish, eternal poke-ing rapture. Yes, it does look like DC's back, and this time, hopefully forever.


I don't think I could bear it. Again.

I swear, *Cecil* and *Taryn* are having a relationship!!!!
POSTED AT 07:43 AM

platinumangel

Yes, Cecil and Taryn must be. IN MY OWN SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!

It's impossible for them not to be.

And besides, there are so many hints.

They share that almost loving look. They talk all mushy-gushy with each other. Taryn allows Cecil to touch his/her hair while he/she sleeps, or anytime at all. And Cecil seems to soften up, a lot, when it comes to Taryn.

And Taryn seems to be more mahinhin with Cecil. Plus, there's just that electric chemistry that seems to be more than just lust and passion. There seems to be love and understanding.

They seem like the cutest couple. Really.

And then, after doing an in-depth review of their personalities, it seems they really jive, you know?

For example, Taryn is the soft, tranquil type that seems to just want to get swept off of his/her feet by his/her special someone.

And then, Cecil looks like the strong, hot-and-heavy, I-Want-It-Now type that just wants to get it on, even past the casual flirtations and rowdy personality. He/she seems to want to be wanted, to be assured of his/her place in the other person's heart.

I really think that they could actually mesh.

And Lord knows, they just might. One of these days, I swear . . . ONE OF THESE DAYS . . . it's just gonna happen. They're going to surprise us all and come out to the batch. And then they'll go "on" with each other.

Everyone's actually expecting Cecil and the-other-person-that-I-will-not-name were going to be "on". I mean, they practically look like they could jump each other in front of the class. But I still firmly believe that Cecil and Taryn are gonna be. And the-other-person-that-I-will-not-name is just going to find his/her own special somebody.

So here's to the cutest couple that ever lived--Cecil and Taryn.
Feeling: blah

Life Sucks.
POSTED AT 10:17 AM

platinumangel

"First row ata, eh. Then, um, second or third seat . . ." My classmate's direction was drawn away from me as the guy beside me began to suddenly converse with him.

And then, like in those movies, the world went all slow-mo, hazy-ish, and the rest of the day went to crap.

Dammit! Damn life! Damn eternity! I was getting TRANSFERRED!!!!!! I hate my life. Why did I fucking have to get fucking transferred when my fucking seat was fine? Jeez. It's not like I was some fucking noisy brat at all such that I needed to be relocated to a more productive position. My teacher just felt like it.

Crap. This sucked. The entire Math period bombed. She just kept yakking about Mixtures and the specific types (blends, assortments, solutions, alloys . . . poke) and just kept ranting about it.

And then finally, I forced myself to actually take down notes. I don't know how but he seemed a bit off, like annoying and apologetic at the same time. And then he started bugging me--something he has NEVER done to me before. Maybe he was having one of those days . . .

So I ask him what the four are (this is why I can remember) and I enumerate, "So it's Blends, Assortments, Solutions and . . . alloys." it strikes me before i can fully ask the question, but he says it simultaneously with me anyway. So this is how the rest of the conversation went:
Me: What did she say alloys were again?
Him: Alloys . . .
Me: What did she say alloys were again?
Him: Alloys . . .
Me: What did she say alloys were again?
Him: Alloys . . . Alloys . . . Alloys!

I turned away to ask my other classmate, and he suddenly did something I NEVER expected him to do NOW. He apologized. Like, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

I had completely expected him to just laugh it off and continue with his life, forgetting what had transpired in two seconds flat. Instead, he said sorry. There ARE still humans in this world.

So I say, "Oh, forget about it. It's okay." dismissively but forgiving as well.





And then later on, I FINALLY got [a different] him to pose for that pressed-up-against-a-wall picture for that stupid Photo Essay. He put us up for it, I had to find some way to get him back. Casting him as the villain and manipulating him into allowing me to take pictures is my revenge.

At first, he was completely against it. Then, he was hesitant. Then, he caved. Then he was hesitant again. Then he caved again. I'm a manipulative, coercive force. Haha.

So anyway, he presses himself up against the wall, down below, and I take a half-body picture, my other friend behind me, rather shy. Hah! The teacher I'm taking is down right torpe. Sus. Anyway, he's extremely shy and finally, after telling him around two times not to smile, I finally take the damn picture.

"Dapat maganda 'yan ah! Kung hindi 'yan maganda, mababa grade n'yo." he threatens jokingly. Somehow, I caught a tinge of seriousness and maybe even some dominerence. But what the hey.

So . . . it's 10:37, an hour and thirty-seven later than the self-set curfew of mine, and I'm doing this. Sucky, noh? How the hell am I supposed to wake up at six tomorrow?

*Thinks* Ah, yes. The wonders of modern technology. The Cellular Phone Alarm. Well, so i'm gonna crash now. Night people . . .

P.S. I am completely aware that almost all of your readers have no idea what I'm talking about, and that's alright. As long as you get the emotions, that's all that matters.

P.P.S. Jackie says that, during the ICA fair, she and her clique ate sushi. Yes, eat sushi. Eat minge. Eat . . . (Jackie, you know what's next. Further mention of such unsuitable terminology would not be ethical on term such these)

P.P.P.S. I'm getting transferred tomorrow. Poke (unsuitable).

P.P.P.P.S. It's ten forty-two. I'm sleepy. Good night.
Listening to: Eternal by Evanescence (without words)
Feeling: pissed

I just realized . . . I hate Kim Possible.
POSTED AT 12:59 PM

platinumangel

Yes, bitching about imprecise shows is my thing. Observe:

Goddamit! Kim Possible sucks! To think, they make it this big in the business and they can't even get Chaos Theory right.

Who the hell decided that they could rip a hole through the Time-Space Continuum and live??? Rupture that and you face the risk of ending all life on Earth (granted that that depends on if it was opened in the vicinity of a Geological Ley Line, but STILL)!!!!!!

AND!!!!! What the heck is that Queen-of-the-Science fair supposed to be doing while Kimy toils away hours on end, counting molecules?
Did she not do enough research as to conclude even the slightest bit that melding two geographical, over-lapping realms could blast the world into oblivion? Much more ALL the realms when you open the Time-Space Continuum!!!!!! They'd just cancel each other out again and again until only one's left! Queen my ass . . . more like "Drag Queen" . . . oh, and she could do a better job of looking like someone from the 21st century, not a 40's knock off . . .

Jeez . . . really, all the Kim Possible script writers should do some SERIOUS research if they expect people to still consider them as scientifically accurate . . . I'm surprised it hasn't been banned yet for libel or something . . .